40% of the alliance and 60% of the tribe, this is the final material burden ratio, and to get together this strategic material, in fact, it has moved the muscles of both sides. 50,000 rolls of linen, 100,000 pieces of armor, 300,000 bags of flour...... The list of supplies is a conclusion reached after repeated deductions by both sides, but in fact, these materials, whether they are allies or tribes, can not be prepared by any one alone, and this is indeed a goal that can only be achieved by cooperation between the two sides.

The Kalimdor coalition was formed.

"Ares, I heard you're from Lordaeron."

After the cooperation was reached, some inconsequential private conversations began. The old orc warrior Itrigue, who had been serving as an advisor by Thrall's side, walked over, stared at Ares, and asked about what was happening on the continent across the ocean.

Of course, after learning that this person was Itrieg, Ares already knew what he wanted to ask.

"Well, yes."

Facing the old orc, Ares respectfully returned.

"I want to know, Foding......"

Itreg said, grim and silent.

"Tirio. Foding, yes, I know, I know him. ”

The story of blood and glory Ares knows, when Tirio had a comfortable life as a high lord, he had to flee and wander on the charge of treason, and even his wife was separated without regret, for the sake of this old orc. It was Atreig who made the High Lord Tirio realize the true orcs. The two of them were full of affection in that era. And now, Ares really didn't know how to tell the old orc about Tirio's death.

This kind of friendship across races is even deeper than ordinary friendships. For a moment, Ares seemed to remember the words of the bronze dragon Nozdorm - you think you have changed history, but what you have done has only made it worse.

Ares took a deep breath.

"How is he doing now? No, I should say how happened to him when you left Lordaeron? My friend. ”

Ares, weathered eyes staring at Ares as he wondered what was going on, about the life of his loyal friend. But Ares couldn't bear to tell him the truth. Itreg is one of the few orcs who is full of sanity.

"I'm sorry, friend, but Tirio is dead."

Looking at Itreig's vicissitudes of life, Ares said with a heavy heart.

……

The atmosphere was silent to freezing point.

Until the old orc lifted his vicissitudes of face again.

"It can't ......"

He muttered to himself. The expression on his face turned into a haze, painful and sad.

"Impossible......"

Itreguer repeated the simple words. After a moment of painful thought, he suddenly came over.

"Tell me, how did Tirio die?"

His emotions were a little agitated.

"Killed by the Scourge Legion. The Frost Dragon, engulfing him. At that time, I fought with him on the bloody ground. ”

With sadness, Ares replied.

"My brother ......"

Itreg muttered to himself in a low voice, his gaze full of sadness, a sadness that could not be concealed. When he left Lordaeron, he never expected such an outcome. Tirio went into hiding, living a reclusive life, which was the last thing Itreig remembered of his friend. What he didn't expect, however, was that just a few years later, he received the news that Tirio had been killed in battle.

"It seems that the spirits of the natural disasters are wreaking havoc on your land, and it is true."

After a long silence, the old beast came to his senses again, and he asked with difficulty.

"Yes, the undead are the scourge of the dead, and the dead are on their feet again, becoming servants of the Lich King, and a deathly plague envelops the continent."

"I'm sorry, but I assure you that the tribe will never take the initiative to embarrass you in this union."

After a brief conversation, Sal walked over and nodded in respect.

The millennium war is about to start again. A thousand years ago, the Night Elves fought the Angela swarm alone in this land, until the dragons joined the battlefield and sealed the swarm. And now, all the races on this continent are about to join forces again and march into Angela. The epic war is about to begin.

A week later, the swarm's vanguard forces arrived at the foot of the Alpine fortress, but the Horde's alliance with the alliance had been waiting here for a long time.

Endless swarms of insects, like sandstorms, filled the castle's perimeter.

The plains are densely packed with beetles, jumping insects, rhino insects, explosive insects, spiders, giant scorpions, and a series of insects. And the Kalimdo coalition army is neatly distributed under the castle, and the number of mighty coalition troops is too large for a castle to accommodate. As in the early days when the Horde and Alliance were fighting, Dalin placed all ranged troops on the high ground and melee troops down the mountain.

The Alliance and the Horde stood separately, and the military flags were flying in the wind. Viewed from the high ground, the red and blue positions are distinct.

"Brothers, we are gathered here today for what we are all well aware of, to defend our homeland. Kalimdor was burning, the swarm was raging, and they weren't much weaker than the demons. ”

"As an orc, a true orc warrior, he has only one pursuit in his life, a glorious battlefield of death in a decisive battle with the enemy. Now, the moment has finally arrived, and standing before us are the endless swarms of biters, the most evil and cruel race in the world. As we take up arms against the Burning Legion, these bugs, these tumor-covered bugs, are lurking underground, waiting for us to weaken before crawling out of the ground to eat us. ”

"However, I will tell them that their plan will not succeed, because we will once again take up arms and once again spill our blood on this land."

"All orcs unite, warriors of all tribes unite, for Orgrimmar, for the tribe!"

As the sky and the earth darkened, Sarufar, the commander of the Tribal Legions, stood in front of all the tribal warriors and gave an impassioned pre-battle speech. A deafening roar could be heard from the red phalanx that rivaled the Alliance. Tens of thousands of orcs stood on the red earth, like a group of raging beasts, collectively letting out an endless roar.

At the same time, the alliance phalanx was led by Ares, even if the soldiers in front of him were not Ares' subordinates, but Ares's appearance was like a dazzling star, boosting the morale of all the soldiers.

The image of the light shining that day seemed to be fixed in everyone's minds, and Daelin and Jean were relieved to hand over this force to the young man. Gianna rode a white war horse and a blue cloak, and stood at the front of the army like a magical guardian.